Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Can,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.